Angsty Smut Headcanons I Made Up Of Mark Grayson. Please Read Disclaimer. 18+

PUFF PUFF NSFW ALPHABET HEADCANONS

Yall, this is my time posting smut headcanons.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lazy as hell and extremely tired. He just wants to fall asleep holding your or being held. He keeps paper towels on hand for a quick clean up and praises you or tiredly rambles a little. Out like a light!

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He DID NOT make a song about his balls for nothing. He takes pride in the size of his balls and he definitely favors them. He likes the way they slap against you, he likes it when you fondle them, when you suck them, whatever. He loves it all. And on you? We already know he's a chest guy. I mean, he loves other parts, but the chest is the best to him. He loves huge tits, medium ones, small ones, he loves man tits too. He loves sucking them, fucking them, cumming on them, he's just nasty.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He's a freak when it comes to cumming. Of course, he'll wanna do it inside. But he wouldn't mind jerking off and putting it on your face, or your chest, or back, or stomach, if he had the fuel, he'd cum all over you. He loves seeing you drenched in his cum. Makes him feel powerful.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly into prostate play. He's a little insecure about that because of masculinity ideals. But he secretly likes prostate play. He even owns a prostate massager.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had plenty of girls and a few others. He knows how to get ready, how to stay safe, and of course, how to be fun. He'll always make sure you get to cum. And he'll work his dick till he knows for sure you got your chance to cum.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Prone bone since he likes the tightness of the reciever, cowgirl so he could watch you bounce on his dick and cream all over it, and he also likes sitting in a chair to watch you. Also 69 and titfucks.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy as hell. All the jokes, all sensual and flirty.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves some of his hair and trims the rest.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

That depends on the relationship. If it's a one-time thing? He won't be that romantic, just say the typical praise to make a partner cum. But if it's legit? Oh, he'll get real romantic. Tell you how much he adores you and how he wants to stuff you every day as his own.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Jerks it every day. He's horny as fuck. He does it in the morning especially since at night.... he has you! Oh, and expect lots of cumshot videos. Just videos of him stroking and pumping his cock until he shoots out all his cum.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism. He loves to sit in a chair and drink a cold beer while he watches you fuck yourself with a toy. He also loves filming. But only he gets to see it... he's posessive with you. He wants to use collars and bite you up. He's also got a bit of a cum fetish.... covering you in his cum make his dick leak. Bondage, overstimulation, edging, denial, oh he loves to tease. Also a voice kink. He could cum from your voice alone.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His RV, his bed, your bed, your backyard, the bathroom, he wants you everywhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Showing off your chest, wearing lingerie, getting ready for a shower, watching you get excited over a toy you bought, teasing either giving or receiving the tease.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No hitting, no yelling, no piss or shit, no blood, he just wants to show you off.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to receive more. Having you on your knees, wrapping your lips around his cock and cumming all over you. Plus, it makes him feel taller, more dominant. But he'll give it to you too. Oh, and 69 is the best. Feeling and recieving is the best.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and sensual. He just wants to pound you till you're full and he's drained. He wants to stuff you till you're dripping. He just wants to show you how much he wants you and how much he loves you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Love it. Not as good as taking time, but he usually wants you real quick. He just wants to fuck you in the bathroom or the closet.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

All for it. He wouldn't mind pinning you against a window and fucking you. A quickie backstage, a quickie at his meemaw's. He's horny as hell. He wants you in every position.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

3 rounds. Sometimes 4 on rare occassions. He lasts about 15-30 minutes. Maybe an hour and a half if he's edging.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few. Sex toys are expensive, so he doesn't own a lot. He's got a prostate massager and a clear fleshlight for himself. For you? A massager, some handcuffs, and a pulsator.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh he LOVES to tease! He's bratty as a bottom, and teasing as a top. He loves edging and denying his partner and he loves being put in his place. He wants to be brought down a peg (he'll never admit that though)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tries to stay quiet but he grunts a lot... and he moans low. Unless he's a bottom, then he's a screamer.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He loves making amateur videos with you and watching it over and over. He also loves sexting you.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big balls, dick's about 4 inches soft and 6 when he's hard. A little thick in girth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Horny as fuck all the time. Down to fuck at 3 AM, 7 AM, anytime, anywhere.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He's out like a light a few minutes after he busts.

Guys, I got a crackfic smut idea. OG James x Remake James. Who's topping?

Or

It's 3:25 AM, I have work tmr (technically today), unfinished work, and I'm stuck here getting off to the thought of James being my professor cuz someone wrote a fic abt it😭

The way the reader self insert had that much audacity, jfc! I usually hate infidelity fics but I'm ngl, the thought of James being a professor had me🤭💦

Getting spitroasted by Rex and Mark would cure me of all my ailments.

Rex Splode + Me + Invincible = Eiffel Tower! 🥳

Random thought: How do we feel about pathetic James being a sub w/ a mommy kink?🤔

The thought occurred to me in the middle of class. Good god, my ADHD brain and her hyperfixations🫣

"You Keep Your Eyes on Me"

Tag: @gongyoosgf and @cybrasigilism

Salesman x G/N!Reader

18+ Smut, MDNI

Summary: Just a typical Friday night, playing some games with your favorite Salesman...

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Jump straight into action (no buildup), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, G/N masturbation, Gunplay, filming, bone gag/gagging, edging, denial, praise, dick tapping, dacryphillia, degradation, pet names (doll, baby, puppy), a hint of petplay??? genital slapping (kept vague for G/N), sex toys/hitachi wand, spreader bar mentioned, handcuffs, mutual masturbation (Salesman is jerking it to the sight of you), mutual orgasm, cumshot, aftercare, the Salesman may be catching feelings🤔

Your eyes lazily gaze into the mirror, that soft red light shining back at you as you bit down on the silicone bone even harder. The cool, metal rings bounded by the leather straps leaving its imprints on your cheek. You shake the bar that parted your ankles, keeping your thighs wide open for him.

He is looming over you, with that typical smug smile of his. He extends the pole with the wand attached to it, before pressing it against your swollen sex. You shake violently, feeling the vibrations build up to your release until---

"Ohhh... not so fast. Patience." The Salesman says, pulling the pole away and massaging your shoulder. You growl through the gag and glare at him through the mirror. He cocks an eyebrow and says, "Slow and steady wins the race. Calm down, doll." That smile creeping into his voice before he sighs and settles between your thighs.

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

You both shift your gaze to the recorder that was propped onto a stand, facing the mirror. The piercing red light blinked and blended in with the lights that dangled from the ceiling. You knew he was recording, you both agreed to do so. But still... to think he'd be watching this later...

You look up at him, feeling a little self-conscious. The reality of your fantasy was finally settling in... you are being filmed for his pleasure, all while he plans to watch you perform. It seems as though he caught on, and he massages your shoulders more while he speaks softly, "Baby, it's just us. No one will see the video except me, and yourself, if you want to watch. If you want it to stop, then you can shake your handcuffs 3 times, and I'll stop everything. The recording, the scene, everything. Alright? This is just a game. But you always have the option to pause or quit."

You nod, feeling relieved by his reassurance of the safe signal you two settled upon prior to the scene. You go to reach for the wand, when the Salesman pulls it away and says, "I have a different idea for this round. Something challenging, but fun nonetheless. How about, you use your fingers to touch yourself, and you use my gun to get off?"

His hands graze your shoulder, before trailing down your arms only to stop at your nipples. He rubs the buds in circular motions before saying, "And don't worry about a thing. It's completely unloaded." He then takes out the revolver and spins the barrels in front of your eyes.

"See?" He asks, and sure enough, the barrel was completely empty. He circulates his rough fingers around your areola and flicks your nipples, feeling them firm up as an airy moan slips out from his lips. He presses up against your shoulder, his cock becoming more apparent in your face. He tears a package from his pocket and rolls on the rubber onto the gun. He grins and says playfully, "A condom on a gun. That's definitely something new! Huh?"

He hands you his gun, and waits patiently, the smile still plastered on his face. You hold the weapon, feeling it's cold hard weight against the palm of your hand that juxtaposed the warm, soft, slippery rubber that had been applied onto it. Carefully, you guided the gun between your thighs, brushing against your skin while the handle caused your handcuffs to clatter and jingle against each other. You fumbles with it, steel slapping steel, yet your skin wasn't slapping against his.

The Salesman sees this, and smiles. His fist slowly stroking himself at the sight of you struggling to simply insert the gun. He chuckles, and moans in satisfaction at your issue. He looks at you through the reflective glass and says, "Are you struggling, doll? Can't even do something as simple as this?" He grabs the gun from you and continues, "It's okay, I was expecting that. Allow me to do all of the work. You just sit there and look pretty."

You watch with wide eyes as he drags the cool steel against your skin. Your thighs flinch, but his hand pins one down, forcing you open. The veins on his hand pulse when he grips your thigh, slathering his precum on your skin. The Salesman bends over to whisper in your ear, "Very good. You're doing so well for me. Now, keep those legs open." With that, he carefully slips the tip of the weapon into your sex. You feel the cold rubber contrasting your heat, making your hole clutch around the gun.

He sees this through the mirror how your hole pulses from the adrenaline of the revolver. You leak with arousal and the sight of it alone made him want to finish right then and there. But this man had a disturbing amount of patience. He harshly slaps his rough palm against your sensitive spot, which caused you to yelp like a puppy through the bone gag. He laughs at your position and says, "Poor puppy, so sensitive and all I did was put it in. Keep biting that bone. It's the only way you'll ever learn to be quiet."

His words sent a rush of pleasure down your body, and when you were close, his warm demeanor drops immediately. He slaps your parts again, harder this time. He clutches your jaw and hisses out, "Did I say you could cum? Hm? No. I didn't. If you cum without my permission, you will be disqualified. If you're disqualified.... then..."

You mutter against the silicone bone that stayed propped in your mouth. The Salesman chuckles and leans his ear against your lips, his disheveled black hair tickling your nose as he says, "Sorry? Come again? I can't quite hear you."

You mutter again, making him fight back the urge to laugh at you. He grabs the tight leather straps and unbuckles the gag. He pulls the black bone away, drawing a string of saliva from your mouth while the rest poured out onto you.

You stretch your mouth, trying to relieve yourself from the discomfort of being contorted for so long when the Salesman tsks in a mocking fashion, "Look at what you've done! You poked a hole in my property!" He shows you the pierced gag, before petting your head and saying, "But it's okay. You'll pay for damages, right? We can work out your debt."

You frantically nod, tears welling up in your eyes from his smacking. He presses his cheek against yours and licks the salty trail down your face before he whispers, "Good puppy. I know you'll take accountability for your actions. I did train you, after all. Now then, what was that you were trying to tell me? What will happen if you are disqualified?"

Your predicament alone could bring you to tears. Spread open for some Salesman you met off the street in front of a mirror, deprived from pleasure, and yet still craving more of his games.

You choke back a sob from the sensual humiliation so you could speak, "If... I'm disqualified, I can't cum for 2 months." The Salesman beams at your response and replies in a condescending tone, "Correct! Such a smart puppy! What if you complain about your punishment?"

You sniffle and continue, "If I complain.... you double the punishment....4 months." He nods and extends the pole with the hitachi wand. He presses the vibrator against the swollen skin between your thighs before pushing the tip of the gun deeper into you. He pats your head and rests the pile onto your shoulder. A few hums muffled between his lips and then he speaks, "As I said before, you will touch yourself in front of this mirror for me to watch. You will not cum until I say so. I will set a timer, you have 30 minutes. With every whine, beg, or cry, I will add an additional 10 minutes, and if you moan... an extra 20 minutes will be added. Good luck doll, you will certainly need it."

You look at yourself, legs parted and reflected by the glass. You were glistening with sweat and the lubricant from the condom ran down your thighs. You press the wand against yourself, feeling the vibrations build up to pure pleasure only for you to push your cuffed wrists under the top and lift up the pole, stopping yourself from going over the edge. The Salesman spectates, jerking off and staring at you with a lustful gaze. His precum dripping and running down your shoulder while you fucked yourself in front of the mirror. You looked at the camera, which had been recording all along.

You avert your eyes, humiliated and flustered by your predicament. It was then that the Salesman holds your chin and turns it to the mirror while he said, "You keep your eyes on me."

It felt likes ages... but it's only been 2 minutes. Just 28 minutes to go.

When the time passed, and you were down to 2 minutes, the Salesman slaps his cock against your cheek as he says, "Look at you, baby. You're a natural. How about this, since you've been so good for me, I'll countdown. I'll count down from 10 to 0. When I get to 0, you can cum. The punishments for failing this are the same as the ones we spoke of. Now... 10... 9..."

The Salesman counts down, massaging your inner thigh and encouraging you, "Good, good. You're holding out just the way I taught you. Deep breath, in and out...yes... good job. 8...7....6....5...."

You try to steady your breathing, waiting for his permission. You briefly contract against the gun, throbbing as the vibrator sends waves of pleasure to your core. Your breaths stutter, but the Salesman slaps your inner thigh and pinches your nipple while he scolds, "Quit it, bitch! Not until I say so!" He lets out a breath, pumping himself and whispering in your ear, "There we go... slow and steady. Breathe.... 4...3...2....1...hold it...." The salesman keeps you on edge for 10 extra seconds, a few extra seconds of extrauciating pleasure, and then finally he says...

"0... congratulations, you have reached the end. Go on... you have my permission."

The gratifying euphoria of his calm but firm confirmation brought the throbbing hot sensation of you coming undone right before his very eyes. Your body ripples with pleasure as the room's pink hue highlighted the way your face contorted and relaxed from the high the Salesman had blessed you with. You could hear him let out a deep moan. That was when you felt your chest become covered in his cum. Thick ropes of his climax painted your skin and glistened from the room's atmosphere. You were both heaving, trying to calm down from the aftershocks of what had happened.

The Salesman unlocks the handcuffs that bounded you to the pole and the spreader bar. He rubs your limbs and kisses you on the head. He whispers, "You did such an amazing job, puppy. You're so good to me. I don't know what I did to get someone as sweet as you. Now then, let's play a new game. A bath game, this time. You wash me, and I'll wash you. Whoever finishes washing their partner first...hm... they can get a treat. How about it?"

You nod, giving him a shy smile while he wiped your tears. He is well aware of the intensity of this scene. Especially with the gunplay, you never did that before. While he doesn't know what you two are exactly, he does know that he, much to his surprise, gets concerned for you. He doesn't know why, but he seems to enjoy looking out for you.

He stretches your body, rubbing away the aches that remained from your games. He then wraps his arm around your shoulder, and carefully takes you to the bathroom.

In a quiet room, the hot water splashes while your chest presses against his. Despite the grey area in the relationship, you had to admit, it is pretty intimate. Even he thought the same. He is so used to having an empty house, and this aftercare after every session was causing something to change within him...

Whatever the case may be, the Salesman holds you close and speaks softly,

"You know... I could get used to this..."

THE FACT THAT I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND SOMEONE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AIGHHHHHHH----

Riding Mark’s abs

He just lies there, all pretty and pliant for you, as you rub your clothed cunt against the hard ridges of his abdomen. It’s nasty, and you love it.

The idea came about when you were lying on his shirtless chest, fingers exploring the expanse of his skin. Moving up and down, nails scraping his nipples and running all the way down to his V line as he shivers.

You feel his back arch up into your hands, fingers sprawled against his abdomen as you feel them tense, and suddenly—before your mind can catch up to the words leaving your mouth, you’re asking-

“Can I ride them?”

He’s looking up at you, pupils dilated and an expression on his face that you can just describe as devastated.

Wordlessly, he lifts you up onto his stomach, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and he’s dragging you against him.

And you don’t expect it to feel so good.

He’s looking at you almost reverently, eyes filled with love and lust and a thousand other emotions he can’t begin to explain. He guides you through it at first, hands never leaving your hips as they pull you forward and backward.

You don’t know what to do with your hands, trying to grab his hands at your hips, then his chest, then deciding to settle on his cock.

You reach a hand behind you, rubbing him above his sweatpants, and he’s bucking up into your hand, chasing the feeling. You reach your hand under, feel the heat coming off of him.

He reaches a hand up to cup your breasts, pinching and kneading, before grabbing your jaw and pulling your face to his. He’s kissing you like he needs you to live, like he can’t live without the taste of you in his mouth, and it’s dizzying.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he’s pulling you in closer, pushing you down harder onto his abs to help you chase your release.

When you do, you’re tensing above him, legs twitching on either side of him as he carries you through the waves of pleasure, your slick coating his abdomen.

And when you come down from your high, he’s gripping your hair, pushing you down, and telling you to clean up the mess you made.

For: @inkdelicious @secretaccountlol

A little sneak peek at what's in development for a future James Sunderland Smut.......

Just a little WIP of a smut I'm writing....

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

And.... I'll stop right there..... for now. Stay tuned yall✌🏻😉

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